Because I’m a trained visual artist and designer, as well as a website designer, I particularly enjoy working on websites for creative people and businesses, so I thoroughly enjoyed working with Frank McKenzie, son of celebrated Scottish photographer Joseph...
How hard can it be to run an old house in France? (an excerpt) … We couldn’t believe we’d actually gone and bloody done it! The thing we’d set out to do three years ago. The thing that seemed like a crazy, far-fetched and wild fantasy. We glanced at each other,...
We’d arrived with nothing. These are the unexpected sequences of events that changed my world. (an excerpt) … We’d left Scotland at a sad time, but with optimism in our steps. We had nothing, so if our plans failed, we’d simply come back with nothing. We’d be no...
Why he defecated on the floor remains a mystery to this day. (an excerpt) … The artist arrived late. His train was delayed, so Colin had to make a second trip to collect him from the station, while I entertained the other new creative residents. When he got...
These walls tell of bidets, nappies, nipples and lodgers, but not necessarily in that order. (an excerpt) … Within a year of my brother being born, we’d moved into what would turn out to be Mum’s forever home. The three-bedroom flat had become too small for this...
If walls could talk, they’d tell stories of falling in love, eating soap and the arrival of an eccentric thespian. (an excerpt) … Was he just giving me the good parts in the school plays because he had the hots for my ma?! When the drama teacher started visiting...
